Herein I write about the inane details of my life, including the arrival of the fabulous and spunkiest toddler EVER, Miss Thang; the evil workings of my two darling hell-minions, my cats; the fabulous love of a dreamy man whom I married, The Funasaurus; my overall dislike of anything exercise-y; and my grand aspirations to one day be the reigning monarch of Norway... and also to hold the record for gallons of cabernet consumed in one happy hour. Oh. And a love of run-on sentences. Bienvenue!

Thursday, June 05, 2008

Day-Glo Temptation

We are going to a wedding this weekend, so I went and treated myself to a pedicure, so as not to offend the bride with my heinous toes. I don’t love toes in general, but they are made slightly better when painted pink. There’s a new “nail spa” that opened up right around the corner from where I live. I loved the very idea of it, a local business that does its best to be organic and non-chemically (which is quite a trick, when it comes to dealing with nail polish), it’s owned by a savvy lesbian couple, it’s reasonably priced, and when you walk in, it's darling enough to be featured on Desire to Inspire. Everything about it set my little liberal, aesthetically-inclined heart a-flutter.

Sadly, I have given myself better pedicures. While drunk. It’s a mess. Also, hideous. But that’s more my fault for choosing NEON PINK, circa Barbie 1986. I look like I’m announcing toxic waste on all my extremities. My thumbs do make handy day-glo sticks, though. In any case, I am prepared to give them another chance, to go back and pick a better color and maybe a nail technician with some experience beyond finger painting.

Sorry, K, to be such an eyesore at your wedding. Let me know if you’d like me to put my fingers on the floor just before you come down to light the aisle!

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In other news, we have friends from all over coming in to town today, and I really have no interest in working. Especially when there’s laundry, vacuuming, and magazine reading to be doing. (Magazine reading IS considered cleaning, by the way. I am kind of compulsive about reading magazines that come in to our house. Even if they’re horribly outdated and I’m completely uninterested, I cannot bring myself to recycle/throw them out until I’ve at least glanced at each page. This has lead to quite a collection of old magazines under our coffee table.)

I’m also tempted to break out vino as soon as said guests appear… but I can’t do that, right? I’m technically at work and that’s kind of frowned upon, right?

Wine is good for your heart = fitness in the workplace. ;-) Not to mention the mental health perks.

As for the pedicure - I'm sorry. I have recently been convinced that the Vietnamese nail tech exists for a reason: They are good at it, affordable, and not afraid to use ungodly amounts of chemicals to achieve their means. Health be damned - I want my feet to look good!